Anne Applebaum, the steely, warlike one, appeared modest, vulnerable, almost delicate on the stage of Frankfurt’s Paulskirche at the end. The star had specially invented the adorable title of an “intellectual super-falcon” for the German-Polish journalist. Doubts had arisen as to whether Applebaum, as a former supporter of the Iraq war, was in her Warsaw apartment star a Ukrainian bazooka is really the obvious candidate for the Peace Prize of the German Book Trade. Well, after the speeches, after the honor, after much warm applause, she stood there alone, perhaps even lonely. On the other hand, is there a more appropriate place for an admonisher?
